It’s been exactly two months since Alyna and I have officially referred to ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend and in celebration we’re eating at a Tex-Mex place on the coast called Marix that Alyna said was one of her favorites. I’m eating a burrito, trying not to think about my baby in Casey’s stomach that Alyna still doesn’t know about.
She says, “Does it seem like we’ve been dating for two months?”
I don’t know what a good answer to this question is. I say, “No.”
“I know.”
I guess that was what she wanted to hear.
“So what do you think of the food here?”
“It’s good.”
“I’m glad you like it. I love this place.”
She picks up her margarita, extends it out toward me, looks in my eyes, and says, “Let’s do a toast.”
I pick up my beer and clink her glass as she says, “Happy two-month anniversary.”
“Happy two-month anniversary.”
As what is potentially the culmination of importance in our two-month relationship is happening, Cameron Diaz walks right past our table, luring my gaze away from Alyna’s eyes and making it refocus on her own unimaginably perfect body.
I stare at her for at least five or ten seconds, remembering every time I’ve seen her in a bikini or her underwear in a movie before realizing that I’m in the middle of my own anniversary toast. I try to turn back to Alyna as nonchalantly as I possibly can in case there is some chance to explain away my lightning-quick loss of interest in our special moment and I see that Alyna herself is staring at Cameron Diaz.
Alyna says, “God, she is so fucking hot.”
Casey would have been in tears by now, questioning me about what our relationship means to me, etc.
Alyna says, “I think if I ever had sex with a woman it might be Cameron Diaz.”
It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to go over to Diaz’s table and ask her if she wants to have a threesome with Alyna and me. The odds obviously aren’t good that she’d say yes, but lightning has to strike somewhere. I remain seated, reasoning that although I might be able to gawk at Cameron Diaz’s ass on my two-month anniversary without incurring any ill feelings, I probably wouldn’t be able to solicit a two-girl orgy with my girlfriend and myself.
As we finish our dinner, we both can’t help taking a few more glances at Diaz, who’s here with a group of friends, some of whom are guys. I try to imagine being in Cameron Diaz’s circle of friends but can’t because I can’t get past the thought of her licking my balls while Alyna eats her out as I fuck Alyna doggie style.
About halfway through our dinner, I get up to take a piss and purposely walk too close to Diaz. She smells good.
Outside the pisser there’s a guy selling flowers. I’m not worried about the possibility of not getting fucked tonight, but I decide to buy Alyna some flowers anyway, knowing it will make her happy. When I get back to the table and give them to her, I say, “Happy Anniversary.”
Alyna smiles a big smile and says, “Look at you. You’re the perfect little boyfriend.” Then she leans across the table and gives me a kiss. As she kisses me I’m looking with one eye semi-open at Diaz, who I’m surprised to see is looking right back at our table, smiling a kind of “oh-isn’t-that-cute” kind of smile. Again, I have to swallow down the impulse to invite her into a threesome.
We finish eating and I take one last look at Cameron Diaz, trying to imagine what her pussy looks like before paying the bill and going back to my apartment.
When we get inside, Alyna thanks me for the flowers and hugs me. She says, “Happy anniversary,” and then kisses me and says, “Take me to the bedroom so we can have two-month-anniversary sex.” I comply.
Once in the bedroom she sucks my cock a little and I eat her out some. We fuck for a few minutes and then she says, “Wait.” I’m kind of scared to hear what’s coming next, but when she says, “Let’s do something different for our anniversary, something neither of us have ever done with anyone else,” I’m interested.
She rolls over onto all fours and says, “Have you ever fucked one of your other girlfriends in the ass before?”
Of course I have, but none of them ever had an ass as rock hard and perfect as Alyna’s.
I say, “No.”
She says, “Neither have I, let’s do it.”
I can’t believe I say, “You sure?”
But she erases my mistake with, “Yeah, I want to see what it’s like. Do you think we need to lube up first?”
“Maybe.”
We do the sixty-nine for a few minutes with me licking her asshole, which has the melon smell that I’ve now become familiar with. She seems to be genuinely getting off on it. This leads me to believe she may actually enjoy getting fucked in the ass, which would be something I’ve never experienced with another girlfriend.
After her asshole and my cock are sufficiently dripping with each other’s saliva, she rolls back over onto all fours and says, “Okay, go slow at first.”
As I put my cock in her asshole, she pushes her ass back toward me, forcing my dick in a few inches. The little moan she lets out isn’t specific enough to let me know if she likes my dick in her ass or if it’s hurting her. She pushes back again until I’m almost balls-deep in her asshole. This time the moan is accompanied by her saying, “Oh my god. That feels so good,” letting me know she likes it.
I fuck her in the ass and reach around underneath her to play with her clit. Her ass is so tight I can barely move without cumming. Despite my efforts to remain totally still so as not to make myself blow an early load, Alyna keeps moving her ass back and forth, forcing my cock in and out of her.
I think about dogs getting hit by cars, my grandma, and the time I cut my knee open with the tin lid of a can of corn so deep I could see the bone. This helps me last until Alyna cums, the sound of which overcomes any repulsive or familial imagery I might be able to conjure, and I blow a massive load in her ass. As I pull out I can feel her asshole contracting around my cock. I wonder if I can get another instantaneous hard-on and start ass-fucking her again immediately. On second thought, the soreness that might result from a double inaugural ass-fucking might discourage her from ever doing it again. I pull out humbly.
As we lie in my bed she says, “Wow. That was really, really good.”
“So you liked it.”
“Yeah. I always thought I might, but Jesus Christ, that was almost better than normal sex. Do you like it?”
“Yeah.”
“So you wouldn’t care if we did that from time to time.”
“Nope.”
We lie there for a few minutes and then she says, “Hey, I want to tell you something and I don’t want it to freak you out.”
She’s pregnant too, she has AIDS, she used to be a man, I have no idea what’s coming as I say, “Okay…”
“I don’t know if there’s an easy way to say this so I guess I’ll just say it….
She’s been fucking someone else. She’s still fucking Duane. She’s getting back together with Duane and they’re getting married. Duane’s in the closet with a video camera and a gun.
She says, “I’m in love with you…I love you.”
I give in to my trained reaction and hug her, then say, “I love you, too,” and I think I actually might.
“You don’t have to say it back just because I did.”
“I’m not just saying it back.”
“You really love me?”
“Yeah,” and I think I really do.
She kisses me all over the face and rolls on top of me. I wonder if my semen is going to drip out of her ass and onto me as she says, “I know this is going to sound stupid, and I don’t really believe in fate or destiny or any of that stupid shit, but I kind of feel like we’re meant to be together.”
I don’t believe in any of that shit either. Casey did. This is the first moment in our relationship that I feel slightly uneasy about how good she makes me feel. I just smile back. She hugs and kisses me again, then says, “So we’re in love. Does being in love make you horny?”
She kind of grinds her cunt on my dick and it starts hardening up. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass again?”
“If you want to.”
She sits up a little and reaches back to grab my dick. Just before she inserts my cock into her ass for the second time in twenty minutes, she says, “Happy anniversary, I love you,” and I wish Casey would have been into ass fucking on the night I impregnated her.